I Can Upgrade My Talent In Everything



The news of the grotesque scene that unfolded at the wall spread like wildfire, engulfing every town and village within the Milea kingdom. Panic gripped the hearts of the people, their voices filled with a mixture of fear, confusion, and anger. In every corner, commotion erupted as the citizens tried to make sense of the unthinkable.

Whispers echoed through the streets, fueled by a potent blend of shock and speculation. The air crackled with tension, and the once vibrant towns now became havens of uncertainty and doubt. Fearful faces turned to one another, their expressions mirroring the turmoil within their hearts.

"Did the demons truly wipe out our valiant soldiers who stood guard at the wall last night?" a worried villager muttered, disbelief etched on their face. "How is it possible? How could they have breached our defenses?"

Rumors swirled like a tempest, each one more ominous than the last. The people grasped onto these fragments of information, desperate to find answers to their burning questions. Their conversations were laden with uncertainty and frustration, their voices tinged with anger and disbelief.

"What the fuck is General Qin Mo doing?" an agitated citizen exclaimed, their tone laced with frustration. "We trusted him to protect us, and now look at the state of our kingdom! Are we done for?"

Speculations ran rampant, the fabric of truth fraying with each passing moment. The townsfolk exchanged theories, trying to piece together the puzzle of the night's events. Fear mingled with doubt, painting a grim portrait of the kingdom's uncertain future.

"Maybe the demons possess some unseen power," one person conjectured, their voice trembling with trepidation. "How else could they have carried out such a merciless attack without making a single sound?"

Others nodded in agreement, their faces pale with the weight of their fears. The demons had proven themselves to be cunning adversaries, capable of striking fear into the hearts of even the bravest warriors. The once unyielding walls of Milea kingdom now seemed fragile, their sense of security shattered.

In the midst of the chaos, there were those who clung to a glimmer of hope, refusing to succumb to despair. They sought solace in each other's presence, their eyes filled with determination.

"We can't lose hope," a voice rang out, cutting through the murmur of anxiety. "We must stand united, support one another, and find a way to overcome this darkness. And don't fucking blame the General!"

Slowly, the people nodded, their resolve strengthening with each passing moment. Though uncertainty still lingered, a flicker of determination burned within their souls.

...

As the night cast its dark veil over the land, Raveus, Germund, and Berthold found themselves in the sanctuary of their cave, their sinister laughter reverberating through the rocky walls. The trio relished in the success of their heinous operation, their conversation filled with pride and twisted satisfaction.

Raveus, his face contorted into a wicked grin, spoke with a venomous delight. "Did you see their faces? The soldiers, paralyzed and helpless. It was a stroke of genius, if I do say so myself."

Germund, his eyes gleaming with malevolence, joined in the laughter. "Yes, the odorless and colorless poison worked like a charm. They never saw it coming. Not a single scream escaped their lips."

Berthold, his voice dripping with sadistic pleasure, added, "And let's not forget the fog. It served its purpose perfectly, concealing the paralyzing mist from their senses. The fools were surrounded, clueless to their impending doom."

Their laughter echoed in the dimly lit cave, the sound carrying an air of triumph. They reveled in the meticulous planning that had led to their gruesome victory, each piece of their strategy falling into place with diabolical precision.

Raveus, his tone laced with satisfaction, continued, "Timing was crucial, my friends. We struck when they were at their most vulnerable, exhausted from their duties at the wall. Nightfall was our ally, shrouding their fatigue and luring them into a false sense of security."

Germund nodded, his expression smug. "They were so blinded by their weariness, they never stood a chance. Our demons descended upon them like vengeful shadows, swift and merciless."

Berthold's eyes gleamed with sadistic glee as he added, "It was a massacre, plain and simple. Heads rolled, blood stained the night. Their futile attempts to resist were nothing but feeble struggles against our superior cunning."

Their conversation carried an air of satisfaction and twisted pride, their body language exuding confidence. They gestured animatedly, relishing in the recounting of their meticulously planned and flawlessly executed massacre.

Raveus leaned back, his arms folded across his chest, his posture radiating a sense of authority. "Our success lies not only in the strength of our demons but in our ability to outwit our adversaries. We have proven our dominance, our superiority."

Germund chuckled, a wicked glint in his eyes. "And now, the kingdom trembles in fear. They question their own defenses, their own leaders. The doubt will eat away at their resolve, weakening them from within."

Berthold's voice dripped with sadistic pleasure as he concluded, "They are but pawns in our grand design, and soon, they will crumble before us. The demons shall reign supreme, and Milea kingdom will be naught but a memory."

Their laughter mingled with the eerie silence of the cave, their triumphant voices carrying a foreboding promise. The three demons reveled in their wicked triumph, reveling in the chaos and despair they had sown. The fate of Milea kingdom hung precariously in the balance, as the demons plotted their next move with calculated malevolence.

...

In the South, Bonifacio Family's house... Fein sat on the plush sofa in the dimly lit living room, his mind reeling from the news of the gruesome massacre that had unfolded the previous night. His eyes were fixed on his shadow lord, the chimera ant, as he sought answers to the haunting questions that consumed him.

"What happened?" Fein's voice trembled with a mixture of disbelief and desperation. "Did you witness it all in your own eyes while you were hidden in the shadows?"

The chimera ant shifted uneasily, its form twisting and contorting as it spoke in a low, raspy voice. "Yes, Lord Fein. I was there, lurking in the darkness, observing the horrors unfold. The soldiers fell victim to a devious plan, a calculated slaughter that left no room for mercy."

Fein's brows furrowed, his gaze intense as he leaned forward. "But why didn't you intervene? Why didn't you lend your aid when you had the chance?"